Showdown, Allah, yo,
One to the chest, two to the Three to the with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, made a son a Got to strapped but the Cru is comin' back
Loungin' with my Cru above Meck and Bringin' 13 other niggas, at least them for some action 'cuz we love to party The double agent, Biggie and BDP
So um, walked up in the spot, Hugs, frowns, hugs, Walkin' the crowd I bumped into Russell Russ me some love, you rich mothafuck
Everyone was there, Just a good shit, Funk Flex, All of a sudden I thought shit gettin' Wu-tang up with their group from Shaolin
Sermon tried to representin' his island He said, "Hey", joked him seen this nigga, uh, nuh that's his brother Jumped over the bar like he was Lova
Jersey had his back, a fact But BDP was out to hit this nigg' with they classic Six minutes, KRS on The bridge is over, South Bronx drop the
Nas and his were in there yellin', "Kill that boy" Oh shit, in the gutter everything wrong Biggie Smalls yellin', "Can't we all get along?" Nope, it's
One to the chest, two to the Three to the with my gat, gat, gat Keep a casket, made a son a bastard Got to strapped but the Cru is comin' back
One to the chest, two to the Three to the with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, a son a bastard Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin'
Oh, shit, all breakin' loose Instead I should of went to party at the muse For ugly, I didn't and where I'm at Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin' out a
Damn, now I know really wrong to bust off, Fat Joe from P-Long Black moon caught mad and they done Method Man, by the same gun
Kool G. Rap shot and KRS But he didn't die fast 'cuz the brother had a Ooh, nigga Kool G. with him Both dead from head wounds when the hit him
Everybody buck nuggy, word life Rakim slit by Eric B's knife Damn, gettin' iller than I thought the back on the law so I won't get caught
Wonder Yogi is at in this piece LL slumped the bar, deceased Redman, a man, essence forever Latifah in the with a fuckin' head sever But as I around, know everybody's dead
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